Popular Loner ft. Quez4real Lyrics

Put everything on my tab

My bitch don't never pay half

My money tall as giraffe

I'm in the cut like a scab

Nigga I took my own path

I just be sitting back observing these niggas these broke Niggas making me laugh

Add that shit up do the math

You can't chill inside this trap house You gotta come spend some money

You never wrapped up a onion

Stepping so much nigga feet got them bunions

All eyes on me in the function

I ate that pussy like I got the munchies

Had to sleep with a junkie cause that was my bunkie

He couldn't make bail I know he waking up grumpy

Just sit back be quiet while I wrap up these dummy's

I know sometimes you feel lonely

My bro had took his own life

He was a popular loner

Sometimes you gotta roll the dice

Not a worker I'm the owner

I shoot my shot at her home girl

I shoot my shot at her home girl!

Her body give me a boner

She pretty and be in her own world

I'm not scared to push up on her

Trying to bring this girl back to my hotel

If she say no I'm like oh well

I'm on to the next imma keep it playa

I know that she coming all I gotta do is ring the bell

Put everything on my tab

My bitch don't never pay half

My money tall as giraffe

I'm in the cut like a scab

Nigga I took my own path

I just be sitting back observing these niggas these broke Niggas making me laugh

Add that shit up do the math

You can't chill inside this trap house You gotta come spend some money

You never wrapped up a onion

Stepping so much nigga feet got them bunions

All eyes on me in the function

I ate that pussy like I got the munchies

Had to sleep with a junkie cause that was my bunkie

He couldn't make bail I know he waking up grumpy

Just sit back be quiet while I wrap up these dummy's

Okay I gottem' mad

I got the motion it's nothing they can do about it so they turn to fans

Took a lil trip out to Europe & now I'm in South of the France w a bag

Crip face on a plain jane

Had to maintain to pop tags

And get racks

Thank the Lord for all these motherfucking racks

It's so much motion I don't know what to do it

They listen to me Im preaching in pulpits

She give me her body I act a fool with it

Yeah

Put everything on my tab

I told that bitch to pull up, she popped a 10, do a 10, do the math

Put everything on my tab

My bitch don't never pay half

My money tall as giraffe

I'm in the cut like a scab

Nigga I took my own path

I just be sitting back observing these niggas these broke Niggas making me laugh

Add that shit up do the math

You can't chill inside this trap house

You gotta come spend some money

You never wrapped up a onion

Stepping so much nigga feet got them bunions

All eyes on me in the function

I ate that pussy like I got the munchies

Had to sleep with a junkie cause that was my bunkie

He couldn't make bail I know he waking up grumpy

Just sit back be quiet while I wrap up these dummy's